The blood stains on the wall began to solidify. The young swordsman who fainted on the ground closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless. Only the woman who failed the mission squatted naked next to him, trembling and crying. Unknown people
, maybe thinking that she is crying for her dead husband.
In the chaos, a glimmer of consciousness gradually became clear. He heard a woman crying next to him, and Jichen muttered impatiently: "Don't make any noise."
The woman suddenly stopped crying, her eyes filled with anticipation, and she stretched out her delicate hands to push him, "Please, please."
The force of the impact just now was too great, and his consciousness struggled desperately to break through the constraints of the injured head on his body. However, after trying hard for a moment, his body still had no response, and even his fingers could not move.
However, because of anxiety, the woman's hands became harder and harder. He frowned and uttered a few words slowly and with difficulty, "Just die...why bother..."
Hearing the word "death", the woman retracted her hand as if she was burned. The moment she left his chest, her hand trembled. She yelled like crazy, "I'm already very serious, but I don't want to die. I
If I don’t want to die, I must live..."
How stupid! Even if she succeeded just now, would Zheng Xiaohan really ask Dong Huan to treat her illness? How despicable! In order to leave a bad life, she would have to take advantage of someone else's good life.
It goes without saying where this woman came from.
Severe pain and dizziness spread from his brain to his whole body. The wound on his forehead seemed to sense his struggle. The blood that had stopped flowed out again, winding around his eyebrows and flowing through his eyes. His eyelids moved and he woke up.
A trace of consciousness disappeared and he fainted again.
Everything returned to the scene of the woman crying constantly.
She cried desperately and sadly. She was an abandoned prostitute in a brothel after suffering from Hualiu disease. The old madam not only drove her away, but also confiscated her years of savings. She was penniless and could not afford the medical treatment.
She had no relatives and could only wander around in the wilderness waiting for death. However, she was unexpectedly captured by Zheng Xiaohan's people. They said that they had completed a mission and asked a miracle doctor to completely eradicate this nasty disease for her.
She was originally determined to die, but she saw the hope of living, and she wanted to get things done no matter what, but she didn't expect that this young man would rather be beaten than humiliated, and things had reached such a situation.
She suddenly fell to the bottom of the extreme cold, and the fear of death filled her heart.
What should we do now? Are we just waiting to die?
The two swordsmen who had received Zheng Xiaohan's instructions returned to the dilapidated small attic house. When they saw the fireworks woman naked and crying, her face was a little embarrassed, and the swordsman in green coughed twice.
The swordsman in white joked, "Have you forgotten the king's order? She is going to die anyway, do you still care whether she wears clothes or not?"
Half an hour ago, the swordsman in green was watching Ji Chen go crazy with his companions, waiting for him to have sex with this woman. However, at this time, he turned aside seriously and said, "Go ahead!"
Chen Meier knew that she was in danger, her eyes widened in fear, and she kowtowed hurriedly, her voice trembling, "Please, please let me go, Meier, leave now, leave now..."
"The mission failed. The king wants you to die. What can we do? Besides, your life is not worth anything." The swordsman in white said, and he struck Chen Mei'er's head with his palm without hesitation.
A sharp light fell rapidly. However, just when Chen Mei'er's head was about to explode, the light's movement stagnated, as if it was blocked by something on the top of his head, and slowly lifted up. The swordsman in white was startled, and looked around, but
There wasn't even a soul in sight.
The swordsman in green noticed something strange, opened the window with a palm, swept out, and shouted, "Who is it?"
I stood in the courtyard with only a gentle breeze and looked around, flew around the house, and then went up to the roof to search, but found nothing.
Suddenly, the attic house shook, bursts of light came out through the wall, rushed in all directions, and disappeared in the vast night sky.
A fight broke out and the visitor sneaked into the attic.
Without any time to think, the swordsman in green passed through the window and landed in the house.
What surprised him was that there were three people fighting together in the narrow room.
Those who had just entered the house were a woman in yellow and a woman in purple. Obviously, the two of them were fighting for the unconscious Ji Chen on the ground. Their moves were fierce and they exploited every opportunity. There were many cracks on the wall, and the attic house might collapse at any time.
of danger.
The sword light surrounded the three of them, constantly changing, unable to distinguish one from the other, and the room in the pavilion continued to tremble.
Chen Meier temporarily saved her life and hid in the shadow of the wardrobe, staring at the fighting scene in horror.
"Quickly, take Jichen out." Zheng Xiaohan shouted, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.
The swordsman in green quickly picked up the sacrifice dust and rushed out of the window.
"Pu Yuan Ten Moves." The woman in yellow shirt shouted, and the ten weird moves were completed quickly and coherently, almost in an instant.
For some reason, the swordsman in white was only watching the battle from the sidelines with a complicated look on his face. At this moment, his whole body was frozen, but his eyes did not reveal any anxiety.
Zheng Xiaohan's figure stagnated, and a fiery king's aura quickly rushed away the cold light. However, Jian Xin had already rushed out of the window and grabbed the frozen sacrifice dust together with the swordsman in blue.
Zheng Xiao laughed coldly, gathered his strength, struck Jian Xin on the back with one palm, and the other palm was as hot as fire, and disappeared into the pavilion.
Jian Xin was on guard and pushed out with his palm, and a ball of white light greeted him. "Boom", the bright light rose into the sky and shot straight into the sky.
At the moment when Zheng Xiaohan was blinded by the light and closed his eyes, Jian Xin's hand had already grasped Ji Chen's belt and was about to lift it up when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder blade. He let go of his hand uncontrollably and subconsciously reached out again, only to be struck by it.
Suddenly, the silent swordsman in white snatched the sacrificial dust and disappeared into the night sky.
Damn it! Jian Xin felt annoyed for a while.
"Ha, Mu Jianxin, when you died, I tried every means to get your body, but now you are here as a living person. This is naturally better."
Zheng Xiaohan laughed proudly, and at the same time he slashed out with his sword. The sword light reached ten feet away, and a piece of palace glazed tiles clearly flashed out.
I originally wanted to capture Mu Jianxin alive to blackmail Shao Kefan, but I thought that with Shao Kefan's ability, it would not be too difficult to rescue her. So, he killed Dancheng and made her suffer for a lifetime, and she also wanted to kill his beloved
The woman made him suffer even more.
Thinking of the unforgettable hatred, Zheng Xiaohan bit his lips tightly, and the force poured into the sword light became stronger and stronger.
Jian Xin used up all his strength, and then he flew above the sword light, escaped the disaster, and flew towards Cang Teng.
"Escape?" Zheng Xiaohan uttered one word mockingly, but his hand did not relax at all. The sword tilted upwards.
Jian Xin was startled, knowing that he would definitely die if he continued to fly upwards, so he fell against the edge of the light, turned around, split open the roof of the pavilion, and fell in amid the chaos of sawdust and rubble flying wildly around.
Zheng Xiaohan drew out his swords at the same time, and both struck towards the pavilion. The pavilion trembled, but was not torn to pieces as she imagined. A ball of blue light shrouded the top in time, and gradually expanded.
It was the extremely cold air of the Tenth Form of Puyuan. Zheng Xiaohan felt the cold air getting closer and closer. He had just experienced the power of this martial arts, so he took a few steps back, flew up, jumped above the blue light, and injected fiery heat into his sword.
The sword tip thrust downward with a cone-shaped red light.
The semicircular blue light circle continued to expand, and its force became stronger and stronger. It forced the tip of the sword a foot away, and Zheng Xiaohan's body also moved away.
"I don't believe it, I can't subjugate you." A hint of frustration aroused Zheng Xiaohan's anger. Just now he only used seven points of strength, but now it seems that he has to increase his strength by two levels.
The red light on the sword suddenly became brighter, and the brilliance extended outward for ten feet, like a flame that suddenly became stronger. Finally, the blue light began to shrink inward. In the center, the woman in yellow clothes raised her hands above her head, struggling to support her face, her face turned pale, and her mouth was bright.
A splash of blood came out.
"Bang."
Just when the tip of the sword was about to pierce the extremely cold light, the blue light suddenly disappeared, making a mute explosion sound, and the walls around the attic room shook apart. At the same time, Jian Xin picked up Chen Meier and followed the momentum of the broken green bricks.
It flew out diagonally, and due to the strength of its energy, its speed was twice as fast as usual.
Zheng Xiaohan's sword had no time to retract it, and blasted a ten-foot-deep hole in the center of the pavilion. Jian Xin was nowhere to be seen after that.
Zheng Xiaohan was so angry that she underestimated Jian Xin's ability, thinking that she could easily take her down on the seventh floor. Unexpectedly, this woman turned out to be a rare master, and she managed to escape smoothly despite the loss of her vitality.
The soldiers of the Armed Guards who had heard the commotion and rushed over looked at the magnificent scene of the monarch and the woman in yellow shirt fighting. They were stunned for a long time and did not react for a while. Jian Xin ran away, Zheng Xiaohan looked discouraged, and everyone gathered around him.
Kneel down and beg to be punished.
"Get up." Zheng Xiaohan waved his sleeves, "You can't help me anyway, so get back to your original position."
She melted away the ice on the green-robed swordsman's body with her fiery inner strength. She only heard a rustling sound, and she looked around with some surprise. It turned out that the flowers and trees in the yard were all frozen to death by Puyuan's Ten Styles. At this time, some heat
Spreading around, the cold air melted away, and the flowers and leaves fell one after another.
He had never felt such a cold temperature before. The armed guard soldiers tightened their uniforms as they left. Zheng Xiaohan glanced at everyone with disdain and flew towards Huike Hall.
The white-clothed swordsman was wandering at the entrance of Huike Hall, occasionally glancing at the unconscious young man lying on the ground, with a hint of speculation in his eyes. He didn't know what the monarch's situation was like, whether he should hand over Jichen to other swordsmen or...
The guard at the door went to see what was going on.
However, if Ji Chen makes a mistake in the hands of others, he may have to bear the consequences.
Strange? The monarch's attitude towards this Cang Teng swordsman is obviously different from his attitude towards other people!
It seems that besides hatred, there is something else.
There was a faint sound of clothes passing by in the wind. Zheng Xiaohan landed lightly at the door of Huike Hall, took a complicated look at Ji Chen lying on the ground, and told the relieved swordsman, "Go back! This man
The king will make arrangements for himself."
The swordsman in white wanted to say something, but finally held back, flew up, and disappeared without a trace.
Zheng Xiaohan lowered his eyelids and stared at the Cang Teng swordsman lying on the cold jade-plated corridor. Because he was an enemy, there was a soft red carpet at the entrance of Mingming Palace, but the swordsman in white put him in an uncomfortable place.
The blood on his forehead has solidified, covering the cracked wound. A dozen hairs are tangled in the dried blood, his brows are furrowed with a hint of anger, his thin lips are so pale that there is no trace of blood, and his fists are clenched tightly.
, seems to be unyielding, like a child.
Two guards were already standing beside the monarch, waiting for her instructions on how to deal with this person.
However, Zheng Xiaohan just said lightly, "Carry it in."
The guards thought they had heard wrongly, looked at each other and stood still.
"Carry it in." Zheng Xiaohan suppressed the anger that would burst out at any time because Mu Jianxin escaped, and ordered again impatiently, and suddenly lowered his voice, "I will let him know what it means to be powerful."